BODY IMAGE Poem: Just Some, by Alex Eastham

Some days I feel good
Some days I feel as I should

Just Some
Until the mirror shatters my fragile kingdom

Shop ’til I drop
Do you think I can pull off this top?

Spinning, twisting, turning
Every angle leaves me hurting

This should go back on the rack
On me, it looks like a baggy old sack

Some days are fine
Some days things just align

Just Some
Only Some

Comparison is a hard hitter
More so when it’s with my sister

With an abundance of clothes, she would just criticize
“So I’ll grab yours. Because on me, it’s a bit more
oversize”

How can you not be a bit haughty
When you’ve got that tall, volleyball body

Some days I’m proud
Some days I even say it aloud

Just Some
Until reality makes me feel dumb

My strategy is to self deprecate
Hopefully, it will deflect external hate

“You’re just fishing for complements”
Why will no one catch onto all the hints?

I know in this issue, I’m not alone
But the lonely feeling does nothing but drone

Some days I’m confident
Some days things all fit

Just Some
Until a few stairs make my heart drum

I’m squishy here, squishy there
I’m really just squishy everywhere

A bump here, a lump there
Maybe I can cover this up with my hair

“Working out makes you feel better”
But when will the scale show a lower number?

Some days I have energy to move
Some days I really get into a groove

Just Some
Until I’m back to feeling numb

Meals find themselves planned
But after a while, it just gets bland

Media pulls me left and right
But my jeans have been feeling a little tight

Some days I love my features
Some days I want to show them off

Just some
Until people poke fun

“Donate some of those to me”
Sure, I never asked to be a triple D

This covers my cleavage, and that covers my butt
“Man, that outfit really makes you look like a slut”

The neck is too low, the fabric too tight
“Will you please keep those things out of sight?”

“Your body is a temple”
I wish it really was that simple

“Beauty is on the inside”
Maybe this giant shirt will help me hide

We’ll just wash rinse and repeat
A never ending cycle

Just some

But when it’s not those some days,
I feel trapped in my body

Some days I feel good
But some days are
Just Some